He, for some reason, wanted into those pants as quick as possible. Was he under a spell or something? The sound of tearing cloth was heard. His shirt ...lay now in a heap on the alley floor to reveal the chiseled and coiled body in which he possessed. Her hands made roaming against his back, her body writhing in pure pleasure as he made the teasing nibbles to her neck. The wetness of her center was getting more and more damp as he slowly slid a hand within the confines of her pants. The moment was. Maybe my peaceful nature, as lackluster as it may have been, was her bond to me. We were very different. Her difference fascinated me and made me listen. Her thoughts were often challenging. She had the type of paranoia that reminds one of the maxim about it being true. What if it's true? They are after you. Is it paranoia?Our lovemaking was sublime and generous. It was deep, deeper than any physical penetration. We were shaken by our oneness.But it was our conversation, just sharing. ” I said trying to put her at ease.“Tell me what is it about black cock that gets white girls so excited and aroused?” I asked making casual but loaded conversation.“Well, speaking for myself let me tick off a few answers:• I believe that interracial sex between Black men and White women to be the epitome of human sexuality;• It’s also a desire, a want to have and experience something that you don’t have, a different experience. “What do you mean?” I asked “Well in our case a much bigger cock!”. Harold was playing with my nipple and I was enjoying the feeling of Derrick's "finger" against my hole when a sharp stab of pain ripped through my. I winced once and looked up a Derrick. That's when I felt both of his hands on my hips. As I looked into his beautiful eyes I realized that it was his cock inside me and he had just taken my cherry. I was in shock at first but Derrick started to slowly slide his prick in and out of me. I started to relax and move my hips with him. So this is what.